OK, I dont want to make this too long, i just want to get to the point. I am a complete idiot and i feel horrible! SO basically, I used to go out with this guy, and we loved eachother it was great, but things started going really downhill and I craved attention from him. He wouldnt talk to me and I wanted him to talk to me so badly! to get attention i said that my mother had cancer, and one day when we were in this huge fight, i said my mother died that day. I feel like an idiot. not because of the guy but because i would ever say something like that about my mother. I dont know what to do and i would appreciate any help i could get. I want things to work out but i highly doubt its possible. But is it? please help! even if you could e mail me with your opinions i would appreciate it....im getting desperate

okay first off i want to start by telling about this guy uh lets call him Bob well me and bob "talked" last year but we was really liking each other he moved and we kept in contact by messenger. We always flirt back and forth but a couple of days ago i asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said yes. he immediatly got off the internet and has continuasly dodged me. Everytime i get on the computer he gets off and so on. To add to that i'm in the middle of talking with a friend of mine's brother(we'll call him Larry). He's real cool but it doesn't seem like he wants to be tied down. He's kind of a party guy drinking smokin having sex the whole thing but i really like him. I'm not sure if i should just forget about Bob and go with Larry or should i try and talk it out wit BOB.

Hello. Iīll tell you the story of my life. First, I was brought up in a small -very small- town. In my school there were only 46 people, including teachers, gardener, secretary, principal, and me. It was a really good school though. I was always the smart kid. The nerdy type looking kid. I see myself in my school pictures and I want to puke. Fat, a little hunch backed, and with enormous squared brown rimmed glasses. The bad thing about it was that I was one of the few (2 or 3) brown-skinned people in the school, so teachers and students always looked down at me. Also my mother picked out my clothes, so most of the time I looked dorky. With my shirt in my pants -like two inches above my belly button. Like Steve Urkle, exactly like him! I had no friends in my class. So I hanged out with kids that were two years younger than me. I was always getting pushed around. The last year I was there I got known for stealing. Coincidently my dad had been offered a new job and we moved away. I was 10. The new town was bigger. Still rural, but more urban-like. In my class there were not 3, but 26. In my first school they had taught me not to speak bad words, not tell lies, no cheating, and there were very good teachers. In the 2nd school, instead, everything was the other way. Cheating always, unfair grading, nicknames... I was ok the first year. I had friends and good grades. But everything went downhill the next year. I didnīt study because the teachers never praised my work. And since I wanted to be popular, I began making fun of people. It worked, for half a year. Then it was complete hell till 10 grade. Three years of suffering. People made fun of me. First, because of my skin color. They called me monkey face. Then they teased me because I was -am- fat. I hated school. No teachers stood up for me. They did nothing. As I found out later, they agreed with them. So I had no friends. No one wanted to hang out with me, because the whole classroom was against me. It got beyond the classroom. The kids from the lower grades also knew my nickname. In the cafeteria people said "leave the bananas for [my name here]!". In tenth grade, finally, a teacher came that put a stop to it. They talked behind my back, I still had no friends, but they didnīt tease me openly as before. On vacations, when that year finished, I took interest in meditation. My parents had left me home alone, so I was able to practice dynamic meditation too. It was the best summer of my life. Classes began, my parents came back. The nightmare all over again. So I told my mom I didnīt want to study anymore. I wanted to go to India. She flipped. She said I should finish school. So she made me switch schools. In another city. An urban one. The new school was better. The people didnīt tease me. But since I was -am- severely insecure, I hanged out with the druggies. Well the drinking and smoking group. Iīve never smoked, but those weekends I drank (beer). My grades werenīt really good, but I managed to get into college. The first semester in college was -surprise- lame. I was part of the left-over group. The losers. I also failed one subject. The second semester I made no friends. I failed one subject and got kicked out of another. Iīm now starting the third semester. Still fat. Still brown. Still glasses (smaller ones though). Dated clothes. Still no friends. The thing is, these years of insecureness have left me with: a stutter, a low-volume squeaky girlish voice, a compulsive eating disorder, a tendency to hunch over, the inability to talk to people (I blush or answer in really short words), and I canīt sleep - 3 hours tops. [Did I mention I didnīt know how to smile till I was 9? My face is always serious and whenever I do smile it looks so fake that no one buys it].

i never let anyone love me. i always worry about things like, what will they thing, their opinion is important to (i pretend its not) that i even cant live my life without asking somebody "what do you think about my...". its vary depressing. it seems i lack confidence in my own powers and opinions. im like a little boy who alwas would like to stay behind mummys strong back, well protected and all, like Cher says with a heart of stone youll be well protected. wich brings me back to my problem. i dont kow wat to do

Hi, I am back after a long time.Well the result of our exams came out and i topped in my college.Now the thing is that the girl who wanted bad things for me(which i talked about in the earlier e-admits), failed in all 3 subjects.And now instead of feelin happy for topping and her failin I felt pretty bad for her failin. My question is : can anybody explain to me why?

I've been dating this guy for a year and a half, everything was going great. Just recently he's been becoming really annoying lately. He continues to think I'm cheating on him, everytime we fight he brings up the fact of his bad childhood and expects pity. We spend everyday together, literaly everyday. He's the first person I've 'been with', and I'm starting to feel like I should maybe date around to see what else is out there, but he makes me feel bad for even thinking that. I love him I really do, but maybe I need a change? What should I do?

This is just a short message . Is there anybody alive on the planet or on this site over 40 years old . If so get your booties on the line and talk to some of these adolescent problematic children . mg

I've never told anyone this in my life. I've kept it a secret and not even my best best best friend knows. In 7th grade. . wayy long time ago an 8th grader (we'll call him Tom) helped me through problems and I realized that guy friends were alot cooler than girl friends for numerous reasons. We led each other on alot and his sister who was one of my good friends figured out there was a connection between us. She got mad but he still hung out with me. He's had three girlfriends so far throughout high school that have lastest about a year plus. I get so jealous because I like him so much. I used to share everything with him but he doesn't know I like him. We've drifted a part because the girl he likes is religious and now he's religious. I used to be but I lost all my faith. I don't know if I can graduate high school and go off into different directions without tell him how I feel. But I don't want to ruin everything. I don't think anything would happen if I told him though. I'm lost. .